Universal Chaos

Chapter 8

Natasha sprang into motion.

"Get down!"
Sutton startled at the harsh order, tearing her eyes away from where they'd followed Sitwell's arcing body. There was more thumping on the roof and Nat lunged forward into the front seats.

Pop!

Sutton jerked in her seat. Nat grabbed onto Steve's head and pulled it forward before kicking her legs into Sam's side and shoving him further towards his door.

Pop! Pop!

There were bullet holes in both of their chairs. Gaping cavities with the foam spilling out. Sutton sat clutching her seatbelt, too terrified to move or scream. Her arc reactor made the sound for her.

They were in a moving car. How could there be a person on top of their car!

Steve reached down and yanked on the emergency brake, causing the car to come to a screeching halt, and Sutton grit her teeth as her body pulled forwards.

The person on top the car went flying.

His body soared over the concrete and landed harshly before he flipped himself back up and slowed his momentum by gripping the road with a metal hand. Sparks flew up from underneath his fingers as he slid back on one knee. He posed an intimidating figure even hunched over. Dressed in all black with a mask and goggles covering his entire face.

Sutton swallowed.

No one in the car said a word.

It was like they were having a standoff; waiting to see who'd break first. Sutton could only hear the blood rushing through her ears.

And the high whine of a motorbike.

The door she was leaning against suddenly disappeared and Sutton screamed in surprise as someone grabbed her by the arm, then the waist, sliced the seatbelt, and hauled her out of her seat.

"Sutt-"

The voices were cut off by the sound of rushing wind and traffic. Whoever had grabbed her pulled her close. They were driving some kind of three wheeled trike and she guessed that was the only reason she could see the road racing beneath her feet instead of feel it.

Her friends!
She looked back.

The metal handed man was standing now and a large armored car was speeding right towards Steve and the others.

"No!"
She saw the armored car slam into them full force. Could hear the impact even as they shrank in the distance.

Sutton let out a yell and hit her abductor in the side. They shifted but didn't slow. She had to stop them. She had to get back!

Recklessly, she grabbed the person around their helmet and pulled back, arching their neck forcibly towards the sky. The bike weaved and Sutton gave another harsh yank. The person hit the brakes.

Sutton saw nothing but sky for a moment.

And then she hit pavement.

She rolled once, twice, three times, more, and it felt like someone was taking a sandblaster to her skin. A burning, fiery pain shot up from her left thigh.

The person who'd taken her landed a ways away and Sutton knew, injuries or not, that she had to move.

A cry escaped her as she attempted to stand. When she finally got to her feet her left leg nearly buckled out from under her. Sutton gasped in pain and looked down.

Blood was blooming darkly out from her upper thigh, like a tear on ink. In the middle of the growing puddle of blood was a hole in her jeans.

She gasped again, feeling around for glass or metal shards, but there was nothing. The hole was a perfect circle.